Great.
If what my doctor is spouting off about is true, then it's my fault that I'm dealing with a smarter species of Deadite.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Of course, that makes sense...I don't remember there being any crafty critters back before I was dumped in medieval wherever it was. They were all...kinda...dumb.
Sure they were relentless, but they didn't show any signs of higher intelligence.
Until my double took them over and appointed himself king, that is.
And of course without me around to wipe out all the ones who picked up his dazzling leadership skills they evolved beyond their original limitations.
I knew I shoulda stayed and been king...
Maybe then, this never would've happened.
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The Deadite doctor was smiling eerily as she led Ash through hallway after hallway around corner after corner.
To be honest, the room that she had intended to bring him to wasn't all that far from his cell, but it was better to lead him in circles and make him a bit disoriented. After all, the more confused he was about his surroundings, the less likely he was to be able to find an escape route.
Hence the walking in circles.
He was too engrossed in thought to realize this was what she was doing, and as an added bonus, she was making it seem like the hospital was much larger than it actually was.
Doctor Masi was having a hard time keeping her predatory grin from showing.
Considering the fact that he was the one who spawned the new, improved Deadite, the man wasn't the brightest bulb in the box.
"Getting tired, Mister Williams?" She asked conversationally, retaining her human voice and letting it lilt in a feminine manner to unsettle him.
Her only reply was a grunt and the feeling of his eyes glued to the back of her head.
She could practically feel his anger hitting her like a physical force.
It sent a shiver up her spinal column and caused a sudden thrill to bubble in her blood.
Oh, how satisfying it would be to finally break him. To crush his spirit to the point that he wouldn't be able to recover. To make that perfectly cool exterior crack and leave him a blubbering mess, begging for mercy.
Another pleasant shudder spilled down her back when she stopped in front of a steel door labeled '314' and she turned to look at her captive, a gleam in her eyes that belied bloodlust.
"We're here, Mister Williams."
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A/N:You guys do realize that this thing only continues if it gets reviews, right? 'Cause I've got a load of other things I could be working on that people actually bother to read.
So I'm not good at subtlety...what's your point?